Jase brought his ship down onto the landing pad slowly and engaged the landing systems. Powering down the flight systems, he switched to another console and put in a work order. It was time to make some adjustments. Maybe even buy a new ship in the near future. He sent the work order off and switched the rest of the main systems off. He went back to his cabin, removing his DXT-3 armor and black jumpsuit and changed into a spare set of black robes. He clipped the yellow and purple bladed sabers to his belt and disembarked from his ship, waiting for Fett and Erics to arrive._________________

Something was bothering Jase. Something in the Force, something that set off an alarm in the back of his mind every now and then. He felt like....he was being watched. He was beginning to wonder if he should just grab Erics and get off this planet. He shook it off, he owed the kid some fun after a year of isolation. He found Fett and Erics, the kid running up to Jase and chatting wildly about what they were going to do and how much fun was this going to be and all sorts of hyper, excited things a child on vacation says. Jase ruffled the kid's hair and looked over to Fett. " Let's get into the city, I don't like being out here in the open."_________________

Ironically, Jase had been given the same landing pad as last time he was here. He stepped out of his ship and set the new security features on guard. Only the code he knew would prevent someone from getting incinerated if they tried to break into his ship. He hailed a taxi and headed into the city, intent on finding a good, stiff drink._________________

Frost watched through the viewport as the passenger liner descended through Coruscant's atmosphere. The friction gave the transparisteel-covered hole a reddish hue an unimaginable heat engulfing the ship just centimetres away. Somebody put their hand on his shoulder. He turned, giving the attendant and incredulous stare.

"I'm sorry sir, but you didn't seem to hear me. The seatbelt lights have been on for some time now and you are yet to fasten yours. Our regulations require that all passengers fasten their seatbelts while the seatbelt light is on."

Deacon glared at her for a moment longer, but fastened his seatbelt. That would teach him for flying coach. The inertial compensators on these older ships weren't up to the task of keeping everything stable during atmospheric entry and had to fit seatbelts so that the regulatory bodies would allow them to renew their licences every year.

After a few minutes of turbulence the ship settled down on a landing pad outside the city. The drones around him began to unpack their belongings from the compartment and file towards the door according to the instructions of the expressionless computerized voiceover.

Frost finally left the ship, descending down the stairs from the cabin. he held his arm in front of his face to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. Once his eyes had adjusted he continued down the stairs towards the customs terminal. In front of him, an attendant opened up a new booth. He hastened towards it, but was elbowed out of the way by and impatient Nikto.

Deacon grabbed the Nikto's arm, twisting it and driving the creature's face into the ground before standing on the back of its head.

"Let him go," a CorSec officer barked, holding a stun rod at the ready.

The arm dropped as Frost relinquished his hold and stepped back. Another two agents moved in and searched him before ushering him though the checkpoint. Behind him, the Nikto was being ushered through in much the same fashion. Frost payed him no mind. It would not do to get caught for a murder he was not intending to commit.

The buildings of Coronet City Centre came into view as he cruised in a hovercab towards the outskirts. The driver was a talkative human, however Frost was paying little attention to the idiot's ramblings. That was until he mentioned a starfighter crash.

"What crash?" Frost demanded.
"My mother called me, wanted to know if I was alright. She said a starfighter crashed at Coronet Zoo. X-Wing class I think it was."
"Take me there."
"Sure, stranger."

Deacon settled back into the bored stupor as the cabbie went on and on about how there seemed to be an awful lot of military types still hanging around when it was supposed to be a demilitarised zone. It was a relief to get out of the cab and hand over the credits for the journey._________________Deacon Frost
High Lord of the Black Hand

Deacon awoke the next morning feeling rested and rejuvenated. He entered the spaceport and started looking for a spacer willing to take him to Nar Shadda. It did not take long. These Corellians were known for having an abundance of courage but also for being somewhat lacking in the brains department. This person flew a modified limited edition Corellian YT-2000 freighter.

Deacon produced a thousand credits to give the man upfront and promised more when they arrived safely. The Corellian's eyes lit up with greed when he saw how many credits Frost was giving him. He hastened to get to the cockpit and take off. Settling into one of the cabins, Frost waited for their reversion to realspace.

Deacon Frost is en route to Nar Shadda_________________Deacon Frost
High Lord of the Black Hand